Lack of focus

I’m suffering from a lack of focus.

Today I experienced a poetic reflection of this existential crisis when I sat on a pair of wire rimmed reading glasses. I tried to twist them back into shape. I failed. Despite my best efforts they are no longer much use eye glasses wise. I could perhaps get one ear surgically raised five centimetres and flatten my head until my ears are about six centimetres or so further apart than they are currently, but that seems extreme.

I need to let them go.

Luckily I still have four pairs of close up eye glasses placed strategically around my studio in places even I cannot fail to find them. That’s the theory. In practice I often can’t find even one pair and drive myself to distraction looking for the pair I was wearing just a few seconds ago, the pair that may well be on my head like a hair band.

Perhaps my motivation is likewise lying around somewhere, under something, behind something, in a cupboard or on top of my head.

I’ll let you know when I find it.